rajagopal haran

152.Vulnerable Dreaming Of Folded Truths

Trying to put words
Into my soul’s song
Sprouting from my heart
With the molten ink of blood
Transparent with the thoughts
Invisible on my lips

Controlling my sneezing
Of the cruel outburst
Underneath the cloak of
Perishing skeleton,
Flowing hatred with
Flawless beauty

Withholding my breath
For fear of dissolution
Finding no soul
Who can hear my song-
Keeping it deep
Inside my bosom
Un touched by the vagaries

Observing my shadow
Dwelling inside my darkness
Through the outer eyes
Rooted in my inner vision
Ponder over the stars
To voice out in freedom

Finding the route
Of everlasting silence
Avoid the harsh ears
While tears start dripping
With the reflection on moonlight
Contemplation is in place

5 11 2008

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Poem Edited: Friday, December 12, 2008

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